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 May 2021 Veritia Venandi
Safana
... are not only
place to walk,
to ride and to
drive, are also
places to take
a note when
crossing
...
Roads
I can't seem to think of what to write.
I think and think,
But nothing comes to mind.
It's as if I load up a website,
And in big red letters,
Flashing and bright,
It says,
BLOCKED.
It’s always been my blue
Don’t you dare feel lured
I just fell in love with you
Knowing that you wouldn’t
A life lived in the divine lane is always rewarded with a glorious finale.
 May 2021 Veritia Venandi
zumee
Dear Reader,
if you're reading this
it means
I'm dead
as a paper

free

to be etched
with the poem
I tried to write
so many times
when I was me-
-at
Beneath the dark clouds, the
wheat blows gently on the farm.
I lie in bed and think about all
the loud farm machines that
will whirl into action at daybreak.
But tonight, as always,
silence is my best friend.
The saddest place I've
ever seen, is looking
out the window and
watching the rain fall
again on the
green Meadows...
Thinking about,
what might have been.
 May 2021 Veritia Venandi
bk
Trying to get
over someone
you never had?

Yeah,
that's the worst
kind of struggle.

B.K.
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